Expected America

Mon, 04/29/2013 - 01:01 -- Ren694

Location

65202
United States
39° 1' 37.9488" N, 92° 19' 19.7832" W

America, the land of opportunities
You are the land of chance.
You’ve not always given your opportunities to the right people, but
You’ve given your share of chances at success, and far too many chances at failure.

America the beautiful,
You have not always been beautiful.
Your trees have been decorated with your outcast children,
And your streets have been filled with masked men.

America, home of the brave, once home of the cowardly.
Your citizens were too privileged to accept the different,
too right to see that they were doing wrong.

America, the free,
Fresh freedom.
There was a time where your citizens imprisoned the powerless,
A time when your promises, America, got some killed.

But I forgive you, America. It must be hard to live up to all the expectations.

You are still the land of opportunity.
The place where a dream filled child can become anything and everything.
You are a place where success is truly the result of hard work.

America, with time, you have become beautiful. All your people have made you beautiful.
Every race and ethnicity that struts around your country is beautiful
It’s beautiful that we’re all in the same place, all in America.

But, America, we all see you have your flaws.

Your opportunities are limited, opportunities only given to some.
You’ve let children from poverty believe that they will never become anything.
You’ve let them believe that their only way to make it is to sell durgs.
You’ve let them put their hope and faith into guns, instead of showing them religion.
But, I know America, you’re trying.

Your beauty is shaped by everything except what it should be.
You’ve let little girls and boys regret their flaws, instead of embracing them.
You’ve made them ashamed of every sag, every eye slant, and every mark.
But, I know America, you’re trying.

Your freedom is limited. Your laws and rights have chained us to you.
If you are free, then why is it not legal for your citizens to marry as they please, despite their sex?
But I know America, you’re trying.

You are trying America
I know it must be hard to live up to all your expectations, America.
I know you’re trying America, but please, can you try harder?

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